This is a song about "Four loko"

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I show up with four hoes

This life i chose

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor